Sydney (Book One) (That Wedding Girl 1) (4 page)

“You’re not serious, surely?” I scoff at his ridiculous remark. “We haven’t had sex in two months, and you want to do it now?”

To say it out loud is tragic. Maybe I just didn’t notice, or I chose not to notice but our sex life over the years went from the Amazon Rainforest to the Sahara Desert – hot and exotic to dry and welled up. He glances at my face, and looks down at the tight black material hugging my body.

“Whose fault is that? Come on, you look so hot tonight. All I wanted to do tonight after the rehearsal was take you home and unzip you out of this. Obviously, things took an unfortunate turn…”

I put a hand on his chest to stop him coming closer. “You mean you took a stupid turn and got caught cheating the day before we’re supposed to get married.”

He swats my hand away forcefully, a seedy grin on his face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “I never said break up. I just don’t want to get married…
yet
. Come on, your boobs look so hot, let me touch them…” He traces his finger down my décolletage, and I push his hand away, but then he focuses his gaze on me. “That’s what I love about you, your bitchiness.”

“Gee, keep up the compliments, will you?” I turn my face away as he leans in for a kiss, and he lands one on my cheek.      

Holding me tighter, he runs his palm over my backside and groans loudly. “God I love your ass…your body is so hot…” 

What the hell is wrong with him? Can he really not see how hurt I am right now?

He presses his chest against me, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Not in pleasure, but in disgust. This may very well be the last chance I have to sleep with him, but I have absolutely no interest of sharing my body with his.

I keep my hands pushed out like a shield to try and defend myself, moving my head to avoid his. “Is this supposed to be breakup sex?”

Finally, that trademark smirk I have seen a thousand times makes an appearance. “Whatever you want it to be.”

The impact of his lips on mine is sudden and before I know it his tongue violently thrusts inside my mouth. It’s sloppy and wet, and he tastes of beer and garlic.  I don’t like it at all and I want him to stop
now
. I keep my palms pressed to his chest, trying my best to push him away but it only spurs him to act faster. He lowers me onto the cold floor, the coolness of the tiles seeping into my scalp and neck. I’m helpless to stop him. My mind is in complete disarray. He pushes my dress up until my legs and bottom are fully exposed and I can feel the cold surface on my thighs. I would rather eat oysters than continue with this, and that’s saying something. They make me vomit, and this is no different.

I glance to my left out to the window, and I can hear rustling in the bushes that surround the building.

“Stop it, there’s—” I gasp when he leans down below me and grasps each of my ankles, quickly jerking my legs apart. How can he be such an animal? Who is this man that I thought loved me, to treat me like a piece of meat?

I duck from his face but he leans in to kiss me roughly, gripping my upper thighs and I shudder in repulsion as he strokes them, threatening to go higher. Deeper.

Teasing me with his sexy unruly hair, he leans into me to play with the side of my lace black panties. I have to act quick, I can’t go any further. I won’t. There have been times I’ve let him get away with things just because he looks at me with puppy eyes – but not anymore.

“STOP!” I utter breathlessly and like a reflex, my right hand makes contact with his cheek, the sound echoing in the room.

He looks at me with smouldering eyes, full of bewilderment. “How dare you slap me?”

He’s an egotistical, selfish, misogynistic bastard who cheated on me with someone who was willing to stroke his rampant ego and kiss the ground he walked on. And now he’s angry at me? Hate is a very strong word, but right now it feels like a very weak way to describe how I feel about him. “Get off me, you fucking prick.”

Pushing him away with all my might, he rolls off me in an instant. Panting, he runs his hand through his hair and looks at me with bewilderment. I stand up and pull my dress down.

“What the hell, Lay?”

“You can’t do that to me. Insult me like that and then expect me to go weak at the knees for you. How dare you!” I yell. What if Gabe heard all of this? Oh no…

He looks at me with puppy eyes. “Fine, I can understand that. So I’ll see you at home, yeah?”

Is he for real?
That used to work in the past when he annoyed me, but now it’s just slimy and condescending. Does he really think I want to continue living with him, and carry on our relationship like it was? Fat chance in hell.

“I want your things out of my place within seventy-two hours, you got that? I’m going to stay with Gabe until then, so when I go home I don’t want to see anything that belongs to you; not your video games, not your stupid self-help books on how to make money, not a thing. If any of that is still there, I’ll throw it out.”

I bend down to grab my shoes, and hastily reach for the door to unlock the gold lock. Adam stands there, frozen at my words. He simply nods and I have one final thing to say to him. With every second I spend looking at his pathetic face, I feel increasingly nauseous. I just need to get out of here.

“Get your shit together. I won’t be with someone who hurts people to make themselves feel better about their own failures. This is the last time you’ll see me. Goodbye, Adam.” I open the door, walking out into the bright and airy corridor. Just like that, I’m closing an old chapter and walking into a new one. It was not one that I never anticipated in a million years, nor was it one that I asked for, but I step out onto the beige carpet a free woman; a newly single woman.

Despite all the conflicting feelings running through my head, there is one that sticks out. I’m relieved. Relieved I can start my life afresh; minus one selfish bastard who I’ve just tossed to the side like the piece of garbage that he is.

I expect to see Gabe’s shiny blonde mane when I step out. Looking in both directions, I can’t see anyone so I take a turn to the left to head towards the exit. As I walk down the carpet, out from the corner Gabe quickly appears, almost startling me.

“Psssst,” he whispers as he scoops his hand towards me.

My shoes still in my right hand, I make a dash for him and grab his hand with my left, charging down the rest of the corridor to the exit.

“You were in there a lot longer than I expected, is everything—”

Pushing the door open, I pull him forward, in a hurry to keep moving.

“Let’s get outta here
now
,” I bark at him and he knows I mean business.

Complying with my pushiness, he picks up the pace and we hurry down the stairs in search of the parking lot. A small part of me thinks that Adam might follow me; that he might argue and beg for forgiveness. But I know he won’t. He knows to listen to me and I expect my place to be empty upon my return. In the meantime, I just want to be with Gabe, who is the only person I can be with right now.

We walk across the gardens before I can see Gabe’s compact red hatchback in the distance. Gabe lets my hand go to retrieve his car keys from his tailored, silk black pants and presses the button. It lights up and he opens the door for me.  He notices my prolonged silence and looks at me as we stand by the door.

“Do you want some pizza? Dumplings?”

I shake my head, not in the mood to eat my go-to late night snacks. “Let’s go home. I have a lot of venting to do, and I think it’s best to do it indoors.”

He sashays back to the other side to open his door. “Alright, one night of bitching coming up. Come on, let’s get you smashed!” I can’t think of anything else more appropriate.

We get in the car and Gabe zooms down the street, away from this place. I need to get away from this centre of humiliation and away from Adam. This man, who in the span of one night, went from the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with to being somebody I used to know.

♦

“He WHAT?!” Gabe manages to stop himself from splattering out his glass of rosé all over the coffee table and forces himself to gulp it down.

It’s been two hours since we got back to Gabe’s cosy and chic art deco townhouse, and I’ve changed into Gabe’s black tank top and track pants, braless and free. To stop the incessant phone calls and text messages from family and friends, I’ve turned off my phone and it rests undisturbed on the kitchen sink.

I can’t deal with phone calls right now, especially ones from the caterers, musicians and photographers to tell them why they can’t work tomorrow. I don’t want to hear those concerned voices, full of pity and sympathy. Not to mention that my wedding dress is hanging in my wardrobe…

Instead here I am with Gabe, knocking back glasses of wine on his purple velvet couch as I retell how my break up almost turned into a romp. The coffee table is a mess right now. The tub of salted caramel ice cream and the block of dark peppermint crunch chocolate is finished and we’re almost done with the packet of corn chips and there’s still half of a ham and cheese toasted sandwich left. I’ve pigged out way too much, but that’s nothing compared to the alcohol.

We finish three bottles of cheap wine and Gabe opens the fourth bottle. My face is now the colour of beetroot, but I can speak clearly.  I’m sure it will hit me later…

His mouth pops wide open.  “Whoa, back it up. He wanted to do it in the bathroom, right there and then? After he humiliated you like that? Geez, he’s even more of a douche than I imagined. What did you do?”

I set the glass of wine down, my face burning scarlet at the memory, but nothing is off limits with Gabe. “Well, after he choked the life out of me with his tongue, I was able to act on my senses and get out of there.” I put my hand to my chest as I hiccupped. “I slapped him too.”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets. “Did you kick him in the nuts too?

“No.” Dammit, I should have.

“You
let
him put his slimy hands all over you, because…”

“No, of course not! I mean…” Maybe it’s to do with the fact that Adam and I haven’t had sex in two months, or maybe I was so numb that I was having a delayed reaction. Either way, the thought of Adam touching me again makes me sick.

“That bastard took advantage of you, he probably said it was breakup sex right?”

“How did you know that?”

“Men are so predictable.
I
would know,” he adds. “Don’t worry, you’ll be glad to get rid of that loser. Your next guy will be so much better.”

My heart sinks at his comment. Next guy? The pain is still raw, and no amount of alcohol is going to fix that. I never intended to have a next guy. I never asked for any of this, what did I do to deserve my heartbreak? I’m not getting married tomorrow, the most important day of my life has been put on hold indefinitely. Instead it’s going to be just another day now.

Gabe sees the change in my expression and winces. “Ooh sorry, too soon I guess?”

Given it’s only been two hours; the answer is a resounding yes. A part of me doesn’t think it’s real yet. I grab the glass and take another sip, it tastes like water now.

“How do you feel right now? It’s me. You can let it all out.”

I just feel numb, everywhere. I wish I could cry, and let it all out but there’s no urge. Maybe if I try really hard. “I feel…I don’t want to cry, is that…bad?” Maybe Adam is right, maybe I’m not human.

“Usually I would say yes, but given the way he treated you after all these years he isn’t worth one tear. A spineless guy like him doesn’t deserve a second mention.” 

“I was supposed to get married tomorrow…” And I was with him so many years, I can’t just forget him like that.

Gabe shakes his head. “This is going in my top five ‘what the fuck’ moments.”

“Does this top the time you caught your grandmother eating a can of dog food?”

“Yes, but the day I woke up with my tattoo is still number one!” I still don’t know how Gabe got so drunk he decided to get an anchor inked on his lower back. He literally got a tramp stamp.

We stare at each other and giggle softly, and he taps my hand. “See we’re already laughing about it. In time, it will get easier.” He glances at me with kind, reassuring eyes. He can easily switch to a soothingly convincing voice and make me feel better, no matter what.

“He was the only man I wanted.”

“No, he was the only man you’d been with,” he retorts.

I frown at him. “What do you mean?”

“Come on hun, you were with him since you were like ten. Have you even been with any other guy?”

He has a point. Adam is the only serious relationship I’ve had. The only other boy I’ve ‘been’ with was Ian Price and that consisted of a sloppy ten second kiss at the final year school dance. Then I met Adam and I was thankful that I didn’t date anyone else before, and I didn’t want to date anyone after.

I loved everything about him. The smell of citrus and tea tree oil on all his t-shirts, how he makes fun of how I glare at the television when I’m concentrating hard. How he always grabbed chopsticks the wrong way, no matter how many times mum tried to teach him. I thought he was my happily ever after.

“No I guess not…it makes me sadder.”

Gabe sighs. “Yes, you guys were cute together, and yes, it sucks that it didn’t work out, but come on, let’s get real. Did you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone so insecure? If he can’t handle how fab you are, then good riddance.”

“I guess so…”

“You hate pity, do you want me to sit here with you and feel sorry for you?”             

I circle my finger around the rim of my glass, looking at it with deep thought. I’ve always been a positive person, heck I learnt to harness it in my years of planning weddings, but this has really shattered everything I believed in.

“No I wouldn’t want you to. It just feels like the last six years of my life has been wasted, and I have to start over again.” My voice is raspy, and I put the glass down.

“It hasn’t been wasted! He was a good first boyfriend to have. Shitty in current perspective, but you know what I mean.”

He wasn’t just my boyfriend
. He was my first love, my first lover, my first everything. “We lived together. We were going to be husband and wife. And now I’m dumped, and living alone.” Aside from Adam, the only other people I have lived with are my family. I don’t know if I want to live all by myself.

“If it gets that bad, you can stay with me. That is if you don’t mind me hogging the bathroom and playing Cher’s greatest hits on continuous loop in the afternoons,” he teases.

“I’m already familiar with your habits, thank you very much, but I should be okay,” I smile fondly at him and reach for his hand.

Gabe holds it tightly and finishes the last sip of his drink. “So, what do you want to do? Take off a few extra weeks and go somewhere? I’m dying to top up my tan, I’m looking pasty as heck!”

I like to relax as much as the next person, but I get bored if I rest for too long. The idea of doing nothing all day long does not appeal to me one bit. I had already scheduled two weeks off on account of my wedding and that is long enough.

I sit up and cross my legs to face Gabe, already feeling rejuvenated at the prospect of talking about work.

“No, I think working as soon as possible would be good for me,” I finally declare. I might regret saying that later.

“What are you going to do about your honeymoon?”

Something else that I don’t want to deal with. We had planned to spend two weeks at a luscious beachfront resort in Boracay Islands. Clearly that wasn’t happening anymore…

I exhale loudly. “Can you cancel it for me? Not to mention everything else—”

He nods. “Don’t worry about that. I will sort it all out for you, but what do
you
want to do?”

“Umm…the same old usual I guess?”

Gabe purses his lips, unimpressed with my answer. Suddenly, he clicks his fingers. “Oh my god, I have an idea!”

“What?”

He gazes at me knowingly. “Let’s do a wedding, somewhere out of Sydney.”

I roll my eyes. Not this again. “No, that was a once off. We focus on Australian weddings—”

“We specialise in Day of Wedding coordination, especially speedy last minute weddings. Technically, that can be anywhere. We killed it on our assignment in Bali when the client needed someone to help out a week before the day. Remember how we thought it was going to be a total disaster ‘cause it was our first time overseas, but we thrived in the different surrounding?”

“Yeah I remember that wedding,” Not only do I remember it, it forced me to tackle my fear of heights head on, and I failed miserably. But from now on, I will always remember it as the time when Adam cheated on me, leaving me to be the drunken mess I am now.

I hiccup quietly, clamping a hand on my mouth.

He giggles. “So, you’re not keen then?”

“Of course, I’ll consider it, but as I said we do Sydney weddings. Bali was a once off.”

He glances at me speculatively. “I beg to differ. We’ve had tons of comments on our Facebook page, people from the UK, America…”

“Yeah, they’re just comments on how pretty the weddings are. They’re not genuine enquiries.”

“Fine, you’re right. But they
could
be enquiries if we goaded them a bit more.”

I smile. “Well, you are good at the goad. I’m keen, but I just want to focus on the core of what I do, and that is providing the perfect day no matter how urgent it is. Plenty of brides here who need my help.”

“I mean; you don’t have an excuse to say no now…” he trails off.

I stare at him, my face permanently warm now. “Come on, spill.”

“That woman who you planned her first wedding for, she was getting married a second time in Hawaii and she asked you to plan for her again. We could have gone to Hawaii! But
somebody
wanted to keep Mr Serial Clinger happy…”

“I didn’t say no because of Adam, we had two other weddings at that point, remember?” I retort, annoyed at having to defend myself, although it’s an uphill battle. He’s right. Adam would get annoyed if I was gone even half a week. He would have hit the ceiling if I went away for several weeks, so I always stuck to Sydney weddings, and only an occasional one interstate.

He rolls his eyes “
Fine.
It was just a suggestion. Think of the places we could go…” I see the stars in his eyes; he is already day-dreaming.

“You’re right. I did stay because of Adam.”

He pushes his ear out, “Can you repeat that again? Lacey Ryan admitting she is wrong? I think I need to record this.”

“I didn’t say I was wrong!” I grab a pillow and hit him gently with it. “It’s a good idea but an unfeasible one.”

“Anyway, I asked because I may or may not have something in the works.”

I widen my eyes. “What is it?”

“Let me take care of it. But if we got asked to plan a destination wedding right this second, would you say yes?”